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In the decayed town of St. Bertrand de Comminges, an English antiquarian discovers a priceless manuscript collection once compiled by the sinister Canon Alberic. Among its treasures lies a horrifying drawing that seems "drawn from life." That night, in his inn, the scholar faces a monstrous presence resembling the figure in the picture. Only a crucifix and timely help save him, leaving behind a chilling reminder of Alberic's deadly pact with the supernatural.
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In the decayed town of St. Bertrand de Comminges, an English antiquarian discovers a priceless manuscript collection once compiled by the sinister Canon Alberic. Among its treasures lies a horrifying drawing that seems “drawn from life.” That night, in his inn, the scholar faces a monstrous presence resembling the figure in the picture. Only a crucifix and timely help save him, leaving behind a chilling reminder of Alberic’s deadly pact with the supernatural.
Manuscript, Demon, Terror
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St Bertrand de Comminges is a decayed town on the spurs of the Pyrenees, not very far from Toulouse, and still nearer to Bagnères-de-Luchon. It was the site of a bishopric until the Revolution, and has a cathedral which is visited by a certain number of tourists. In the spring of 1883 an Englishman arrived at this old-world place—I can hardly dignify it with the name of city, for there are not a thousand inhabitants. He was a Cambridge man, who had come specially from Toulouse to see St Bertrand’s Church, and had left two friends, who were less keen archaeologists than himself, in their hotel at Toulouse, under promise to join him on the following morning. Half an hour at the church would satisfy them